Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from St Kitts & Nevis and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lightning Bolt to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Jacob Miller,
Shuggie Otis,
Royal Trux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Happenings,
David Bowie,
Silicon Teens,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
The Motions,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythm & Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
PIL,
The Kinks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Teasers,
Pere Ubu,
Cybotron,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare,
Severed Heads,
Marshall Jefferson,
Graham Central Station,
Brand Nubian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Junior Murvin,
Pole,
Brass Construction,
Section 25,
Porter Ricks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Can,
Bill Wells,
Pierre Henry,
Schoolly D,
The Fall,
Minutemen,
Khruangbin,
The Gap Band,
Lucky Dragons,
10cc,
Quantec,
Eurythmics,
Ultra Naté,
Icehouse,
Gang of Four,
Cameo,
U.S. Maple,
The Invisible,
Sun City Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Juan Atkins,
Cluster,
Moss Icon,
Babytalk,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Pus,
Goldenarms,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.